I Died Once (The Conclusion)

by darkjade68

Unfortunately, Terrii isn’t able to Post Today

And so I Offer you the Conclusion of My Self Published Novella, “I Died Once

I Died Once CoverI Died Once

A Novella

by DarkJade

Prologue, Chapters I, II & III

Chapters IV, V & VI

Chapters VII, VIII & IX



So, my father finally figured it was time that I saw a bit more of the country, which in an ‘American in Africa’ terms meant, a safari. I thought perhaps we’d fly somewhere. As it turns out, I love to fly. Must be a family trait. But this would not be the case. Instead, we would be taking that old beast of a Jeep that he had originally brought me here in. So we got together a week or so worth of clothing and supplies and headed out.

I slept for the first few hours, as we left between 3 and 4 a.m., and I’m definitely not a morning person. When I awoke, we were having some crazy African rains, the like I’ve never seen. Once the sky cleared, the colors were simply overwhelming. The sky had turned sort of a blood red and yellow blend. It was mind staggering. When you breathed in, the senses were simply amplified by the damp terrain. It was truly miraculous.

The lions, giraffes, and gazelles were amazing, as was all of the wildlife. But the most impressive thing about Africa was the vastness, the sheer magnitude of the space.



A stranger paid Sam’s estate a visit. “I’m looking for Sam Monroe. Can you tell me where to locate him?” he inquired.

“No Sir, I cannot,” replied the very nervous house man.

“Perhaps I can persuade you,” he spoke as he forced his way into the home.



On the fourth day my father took me to an amazing mass of water, and as the African sunset fell, the waters looked darker and darker. As my father made a camp fire, and set up the tent, I sat out by the water for what seemed to be hours as millions of stars filled the sky. The stars in turn reflected upon the water. It was then that my mind shifted to some sort of dream state.



I was back at my mother’s estate. I was maybe three years old. The kitchen lady at the time had poured me some breakfast cereal, and one of those little plastic toys fell out of the box. I remember reaching my little hands out for it, “Mine!” The woman smiled and opened it for me. It was red?… or… blue?

Anyway, as she handed it to me, Fred walked in the room and smacked it out of her hand. “She doesn’t need that,” he said, as he got himself some juice.

Tears started to well up in my little eyes and it was like he sensed it, as he turned to look right at me. “Don’t even think about it little princess, or by God, I will smack you.”

It was just then that my mother walked in. “Fred, why must you be so cruel to little Mady?” With this, Fred suddenly back handed my mother across the face, knocking her clear off her feet and to the floor. THUNK! I can still remember the sound of her hitting the floor.

“Don’t you ever talk to me like that, woman! You understand!”

My mother stayed down on the floor wiping blood off her mouth, and looked over to me. “Stay quiet now, Mady.”

And that’s what I did for the next twelve years, stayed quiet.



Suddenly, I was back in my body, in a full sweat, as my Father was putting a blanket over my shoulders. “Not hungry tonight, eh?”

I looked over at him. “He was a monster,” I said.

My father looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. “Who?” he asked.

“Fred,” was all I said.

“Oh, him. Yeah,” he replied, as he sat beside me.

“I always blamed mother for being with him…” I looked at him once more, “…but now I think, maybe she was afraid to leave.”

My father pondered this a bit. “Could be,” he replied.


Stranger Ends

When my father and I returned to his Estate, we were both exhausted, emotionally and physically. All the bonding and revelations were becoming quite tiresome. And yet…

We each made our way to our individual bedrooms for further rest. Strangely, his dark skinned house man was not present when we arrived, and yet, it seemed to be his primary duty to greet my father and, or other visitors. Hmm.

Quickly my eyes grew heavy as I fell upon my bed. What an adventure this has all been. What a life my father leads. I’m starting not to mind Africa so much. Not that I’ve had the presence of mind to mind much of anything as of late. And so I slept.


I woke up and a man in an all-white suit was standing in front of me holding a rifle. “It’s time for you to come home, Mady. Your father’s been very worried about you,” he said with a maniacal grin. I simply stopped breathing. I suppose passing out is my only way out.

CLICK The sound of a gun cocking suddenly comes from the door. It was my father holding a revolver. “Step away from the girl,” he said softly.

“You don’t want to do this Mr. Monroe. I…” the stranger began, but was interrupted.

“Mady, step out,” my father told me, and without a second thought, I jumped out of bed and did what my father told me. The stranger’s eyes followed me the whole way. When I reached the living room I heard my father call out to me, “FURTHER MADY!” and so I went out to the backyard and hid underneath my father’s plane.


“You’re going to regret this, Mr. Monroe. Do you know who I am?” said the stranger.



Two shots were all that I heard. Apparently, my father had found the house man tied up in his closet. This was all it took for him to realize someone had come for me. The man never stood a chance.


After that, my father and I lit a fire in the living room fireplace and sat before it. I curled up in a chair with a soft, white blanket, and he was on the couch, looking into the firelight. “What shall we do father? How will this ever end?” I asked softly.

“Oh, it will end,” he prodded at the fire with a metal poker as he spoke “It will surely end.” He went on to tell me that other men would come, but at some point Fred would stop sending hired guns and come himself. And on that day, it would end.

And indeed he was right. In the 5 weeks following that night, 6 attempts were made to take or kill me.  Sometimes they’d come in sets of two, but none would prevail. My father killed them all, each time having me leave the house. I have no idea what he did with the bodies, I think he wanted it that way. Some sort of a desperate attempt to maintain any semblance of innocence inside me.

But I, like my father, knew what he was doing, and why it needed to be done. And so my soul was safe.

When the day finally came where my stepfather Fred at last stepped down on African soil, he never made it more than 3 miles from the train station. My father’s loyals made sure of that. My father preferred not to kill people he actually knew, as he is a hunter, not a killer. Besides, we were busy playing backgammon at home. Home, a word I had never known until now.

In three years, when my mother’s estate, and all that entails, becomes mine, I will simply sell it. That fine boy, Tommy Wilkens, and his family will receive a check in the amount of $200,000. Hopefully that will be enough to hold them over for a while, or perhaps get them a home of their own.

The rest of the money will merely sit in my savings, as I spend my days in Africa, with my father.

I miss my mother. I never thought I’d feel that way, but I do. It’s become quite clear to me why she loved my father. He is as steady as a mountain, as constant as the sunrise, and as loving as a winter storm, when there’s need for rain.

Let it rain I say…

Let it rain.

The End


3 Comments to “I Died Once (The Conclusion)”

  1. A very good read. My feeling is that it deserves to be fleshed out quite a bit, and polished here and there – which the fleshing-out would probably take care of.

    • Yeah, it was designed to be Short and Potent… Many that have read it would like to see it fleshed out, and made into a Movie, or a full blown Novel

      Thanks for your Comment


      • A fuller version would certainly facilitate a fuller background with (harrowing) flashbacks, develop the relationship, add to the action and adventure, and give an opportunity to explain away some of the apparent improbabilities. It is a plot with excellent scope.

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